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Don’t Ask Me Why

Hi dear readers, I’ve found this old poem in my folder of poetry called “Love And Reflection”. I’ve changed a few words, so the poem is in the present tense, but basically the words are in the same format. I’ve had it hidden away for a while, the poem is quite personal and emotional for me, I hope you enjoy reading my words from 6 years ago.

Don’t Ask Me Why

Unknowingly, I often dream of her serene ashen face

Years ago, I gently held her frailty in my tired arms

Softly I whispered to her, my last words of love and grace

Don’t ask me why, I count the moons since I missed her charms

Because I cannot give you a sensible or plausible answer

Don’t ask me why, I count the stars since I lost my way

Because I’m unable to fathom the depths of my inner cancer

Don’t ask me why, I count my every heart beat, since she died that day

Because now, I’ve nearly recovered

And somehow, life has been steadily rediscovered

Remembering, she’ll never ever go away

Knowing someday, I’ll be allowed to stay

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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I’m pleased you’ve posted this too dear friend. We both know that we will never forget them, no matter what. They are always with us Ivor, and we hold a special place in our hearts for Carole and Lee. Keep writing about Carole, for her, for yourself and for us.

I’ve another MRI at the end of January, to finally see if I’ve stopped producing these little spots/clots in my brain, and hopefully get the all clear to go to America ☺️🗽. So I’m still on tender-hooks at the moment ☺️☺️

So beautiful, so lovely, so heart-felt, so important, heart-touching. Just like your precious Carole. 🙂 Thank you for posting this, Ivor! It touched my heart! 🙂
(((HUGS)))
PS…that song is a fav of mine. 🙂